Six weeks ago we had floods here in our part of France. I woke to find a hole in the roof and stairs like a waterfall. It was while I was trying to negotiate my way downstairs that I slipped and fell. We had no electricity and no telephone. My husband carried me down to the sofa and found me a pain killer. Just then our neighbour passed and we hailed her. Fortnately she had one bar of reception on her mobile phone and managed to call the ambulance which was a lng time coming. We live in an isolated village in a mountain region of the South of France. An hour later the ambulance came, no a usual one from a village seven miles away, but another from a small town to the southeast. The ambulance men explained that the local ambulance couldn't reach us because of swept away bridges and roads had become rivers. It took two hours to reach our nearest town, usually a half hour journey away. A day later I was operated on for a broken femur and a displaced prosthetic knee. Three days later I was transferred to another hospital for recovery and kinestherapie. I,m home now and limping alng with help of crutches. I should be delighted and happy but I'm not. Every day I end up weeping. It hits me out of nowhere, like a slap in the face. Has anyone else experienced this type of depression? Thanks, Rosie